"Hard not to, I think." She smiled at the sound of laughter. It was one of her other most favorite things. She didn't miss the way he looked down at her feet either, but paid it no mind. "Me poor shoes might argue to the contrary some." She just smirked along, wiggling her toes as if to momentarily give life to her weathered footwear. "But I just tell 'em to hush on some, same as the way a night of it'll make you ache come the mornin', it's worth the wear and tear for a good night of dancing."
"And no cotton candy for years?" She shook her head in an animated and, hopfully, comical fashion. "Well that just won't do now, will it?" Sadie was careful to make it a question again. "And you can be sure you will see me, when you come, on account of I'll buy you that cotton candy just for taking the time to come by." Salesmanship was not a skill Sadie would have said she had, but enthusiasm and excitement about sharing things with new people? She had that.
All. Day. Long.
"You think on more music you might like to hear come out this fiddle o'mine till then yeah?" Sadie offered him another genuine smile.
"M'always happy to learn something new too — an thank you for tippin' — an thank you some for —" The words began to cascade as they often would and Sadie took a breath to slow herself down. "And thank you for taking the time to chat with me. S'always nice meeting new folk. I really do hope you come on down to the Carnival an I look forward to seeing you again when you do." She smiled, this time a bit in pride for herself and her course correction, as she settled back on her heels.
"One for the road." She smirked at him and set her violin to play the start of her next set before she'd figure out what she was doing with the rest of her day.